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Course he should, course he should, course he should...

Saturday nights are adventurous one more.

What with only getting one dose of doctor who a year, the idea that saturday prime time tv reaching any level i would deem entertaining, would usually seem a ridiculous. Yet i have been saved from weekend dose of tedium (not counting work) by the clever chaps behind the BBC's new adaptation of the Robin Hood legend.

So here i am again, playing advocate to the goggle box. And rightly so.

This new take (Maid Marian and her Merry Men aside) on the Robin Hood mythology has plenty of ingredients to make it a sure fire hit. Well written, well delivered by the actors and more importantly, sword play.

The Bows and arrows motif is there also, but i think the producers are taking liberties. Robin of locksley is TOO good with his bow. Im half expecting 'arrowtime' to kick in at some point. Its only a small quibble mind. Keith Allen as a bastard of a sheriff of Nottingham and a yummy looking Maid Marian more than make up for it....

Put it in the soul of everyone

Could we be looking at a film that may well surpass Bill & Teds Bogus Journey?

Milk came out my nose....

Its been ever such a long time since i cried with laughter.

Hail to The Mitchell and Webb look for making me do so this weeks

It's bloody funny....

Mary Mary quite contrary...

Yesterday, my mum went to the relevant council offices and handed in, for the final time, the keys to my nans house.

This is the house my mum grew up in, the house we all lived between moving home. The most saddening part is the garden. It was the best garden in the world as an infant. It was huge (even today it still seems massive), big enough for the two green houses and the wendy house my grandad built for my cousins, my brother and i. In the centre of the garden was a huge fish pond.

Sadly, after my grandad died, the garden was negleted. It looked a bit plain yesterday but still the most rousing part of a house none of us are ever going to get to see again.

Girls, eh?

Its no news to my friends that i am completely infatuated by my friend Claire. This i openly admitted to her last night. I was drunk, in a foul mood over something i probably had no business being in a mood over and it kinda just came out.

right now i feel:

1. bad- i feel i've let claire down by harrbouring these feelings
2. anxious - I dont know if she's talking to me
3. scared - of pushing her away because of my rotten behaviour

It all stems from the fact that i've seen friends be something more to her than i could ever be. this frustrates the hell out of me.
It should be acknowledged that (not counting drunken outbursts) i have never pressed this issue. I have kept this under wraps for as long as i could

i just want to be able to conentrate on being her friend again....

theproblemifacedaily....

For 2 weeks now i've had to navigate my PC using the keyboard alone (i destroyed my mouse in a fit of frustration). im getting quite adept at using all the shortcuts required, but it's still annoying as hell.

It does'nt help that my space bar is sticky and i pretty much have to twat the elongated mother fucker to make me a space (its taken lots of energy to get this far in my entry). In a related bout of frustration i prized the space bar off the keyboard to see if i could remedy the situation. To no avail. What makes matters worse is the fact that during my impromtu makeover, i corrupted the 'C' key. Any use of the letter results in about 3-4 attempts at creating whichever word im trying to construct. And the sound it makes when i tap it has more treble than the other keys....

Dedicated to John Ottoman...

A lot has happend since i last posted:

- I travelled by aeroplane for the first time ever. I made a short visit to Dublin to See Guns n Roses then flew back the next day. All 3 events were awesome.
- Got admitted to hospital. An abcess developed in my mouth. the infection that caused the abcess leaked into my body and started playing havoc with my diabetes. I had to have the abcess drained (THE most single painful experience i've had in my life so far), 3 teeth extracted and i had to stay on a ward with cantankerous, miserable, racist old men.

right now, family life is surrounded by a lot mortality issues. both of my Nans are approaching zero hour and its all a bit topsy turvy, emotinally speaking.....

"whats the buzz? Tell me whats a happening"

I Watched me 'Jesus Christ superstar' this week. A formidable effort as far as rock operas are concerned. It does'nt quite rock as much as 'Tommy' does but all the songs are worthy of the rock monniker.
The film did remind me of 'Tommy in a lot of ways. The final shot of the sun setting is very similar and constant alluding to jesus and his cult like status in the same way 'Tommy' did. As far as both films are concerned, JC Superstar came first so i'd have to accuse Ken Russell of thievery.
It reminded of 'Tommy' but made me want to watch 'The Blues Brothers' again.....

"i could show a movie on your butt, fatso!"

Anybody not watching Police Academy on Channe 4l right now wants shooting.....

Soundtrack to your life....

The movie soundtrack of your life.
The rules:1. Put your music player of choice on shuffle
2. Scene one = first song played, scene two = second, so on.
3. No cheating/skipping
4. Pass it on

Opening Credits - Last Train home - Lost Prophets
Waking Up – The Bates - Billie Jean
An Ordinary Day – The Magnetic fields - Underwear (my "ordinary" days are really awesome or really mundane, but thats based on the scene and song name, not the songs context)
Falling in Love – The Magnetic fields - My Sentimental Melody (very fitting, seeing as it comes from the album '69 Love songs')
The Rumble – Ray stevens - Purple People Eater
The Break-up – David Cross - Socks and Shoes (a stand up monologue, not actually a song)
Getting Back Together – The Human League - Louise
Life's Okay – Ween - Big Jilm
The Mental Breakdown – Menswear - Being Brave
The Flashback – John williams - Back to the Future Theme (all the hairs on the back of my neck are tingling)
The Frat Party – The Divine Comedy - Generation Sex (the most fitting so far i reckon)
Everybody Dance Now – The Raconteurs - Blue Veins
Regretting – Mike Oldfield - The Top of the Morning
The Long Night Alone – Oasis - Mucky fingers
A Death – The Divine Comedy - Going Downhill Fast
End Credits - The Smiths - There is a light that never goes out

I want to see somebody make this film. See how they cope with the ever shifting tone...

*sniff*

I've just watched the last ever (as in no more they are'nt going to trick us again) Charmed. I have'nt been this choked up about a series finale since Buffy came to an end. No doubt something else will crop up in the coming years that will tug on my heart just as much as Buffy and charmed did. for now i'll have to settle for dramatic cliffhangers and gripping plots until some new set of supernatural females come and sweep me away. Besides, evil wont fight itself...

Aw Bless....

How ace are my mates, eh?

On Friday i was all psyched up co my copy of the new Pearl Jam arrived. Went about my day, toddled off to work. Turned on my phone after finishing work and my phone tells me i have a message from Wally, informing me that Pearl Jam were to play live on Jools holland that night.

At midnight last night, I got a text message from Paul telling me that Pearl Jam were on channel 4 in about 1 hour and a half. up i got and waited through boring latenight trash to watch.

I would'nt have watch these programmes otherwise. Cheers dudes!

Transfarmers.Moo Cows in Disguise.....

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Friends forever....

I love Scrubs. I think it's one of themost well written TV programmes i have ever seen. Last noght i watched episode 20 of season 5 and it was easily the best ever episode of Scrubs there has ever been. Scrubs provides me with entertainment, happiness, sadness, annoyance, and acceptance in every single way that any one of my closest friends would. that is why i consider this TV programme my friend. Not merely a favourite TV show, but my friend...

Avast Behind *snigger*....

My pirate name is:

Mad Tom Flint

Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.

Selling Penguins to Appollo Creed...

Last Sunday i went up north to Saltburn to visit Paul. The time i've spent up north was spent mostly by the coast so it proper felt like a holiday, so here's my holiday in all its glory...

The night i arrived in Saltburn, no sooner had i got my lugage down on the floor at Paul's, we were pub bound. After a couple of pints in town we headed to a pub called the ship by the beach. Taking a shortcut along the beach, Paul and i came across this:

I decided to call it Steve. Paul asked some passers by if the creture should be as far inland as we saw it, but we were assured it was going to be ok. It then barked at Paul in what i assume was dislike.

The next day was bank holiday monday, so we had a day out like pretty much everyone else in the country that day. We first parked up in a place called Runswick Bay.

What you cant see in the picture, further to the left, are the houses near the bay. Built into the bank almost, the whole place is a labrynthine complex that you can easily get lost in if you didnt know the place. Walking back up the bank was a task as well, i was having to stop for a breather every five minutes. The flats of Hull are comfort.

Next stop was the village in which Paul grew up, Hinderwell. I was shown a couple of sights icnluding the war memorial, the house where Paul grew up and the local "estate". One thing i did notice in th front Gardens of Hinderwell was trampolines

I spotted 4 within at least a 50 metre radius. to say they were everywhere would be an exaggeratin, but they had a definite presence in the village.

Paul took me to pub that day to watch middlesborough play. the football i can give or take, the venue however was of particular interest

This is Paul stood outside a pub that the locals (at least Paul did) as the "Back Alex". this is because its entrance is in a back alley. The kind you'd see big biins where other businesses back onto. Nice little pub it was and all.

Tuesday, paul took me To the town of Middlesborough. We tried our hardest to find somewhere of cultural signifcance to visit, but to no avail. i did take a trip to the local Forbidden Planet and bought a couple of comics and did look a couple of interesting sights. The Town Hall i thought looked pretty

The cascading waterfall thingy out side the crown court

and the huge arty bottle near the courts

After giving up on Middlesborough, we headed to somewhere not unlike Kingwwood, on the outskirts, to go bowling. Just like my birthday, we bowled a little (Paul won):

and then we went on to shoot the shit out of some zombies:

After a bite to eat at Burger King, home we went.

On the Wednesday we paid a vist to Whitby. This would be the second time i've been to Whitby but it felt different because we were visiting it as a place nearby rather than a grand day out to the town of Whitby. Even so, we wandered the place with as much aplomb as regular tourists. we all know what pleasues Whitby holds so im not going to bore with sights we've all seen before but i will show you the first ever picture i took using my camera's timer:

That's Paul and i atop the light house on one of the piers at Whitby.

As well as dining on the customary fish and chips and playing on the 2p machines, i sampled a chocolate kebab. Strawberries and marshmallows, skewered and covered in chocolate. dead sickly it was.

One thing i brought back with me from Saltburn was the knowledge of a local delicacy.

What you're seeing here is a Parmo. A dish known only to those in and around Teeside. I had two of these whilst away and they are load yummy. A nice alternative to a kebab after a nights drinking...

Names have been changed to protect the innocent...

Now i know that American bashing seems to have become common place (mainly in the world, but not a practice im part of) but every now and again it sucks to be not American. I refer to the fact that only US citizens can get their grubby little mits on advanced copies of the new Pearl Jam album, with a limted edition live CD. Grrr.....

As far as seing Pearl Jam at Leeds is concerned, im seriously considering bidding for one of the extortionatly priced bits of paper on ebay. On noticing that Audioslave were on the line up it occured to me i'd be able to see Pearl Jam AND Chris Cornell in the same weekend. Chris freakin' Cornell. I may turn up in a wedding dress, see if he wants to get hitched there and then.

What you're looking at here is my new tea caddy. To look at it, i think that caddy is to common a name for it, but it'll have to do for now. My Friend "Joan" got me it for my birthday. It kind of reminds me of that bloke in 'Bottom' who had the false leg carved by South American Virgins or something along those lines. Atop the lid is a tiny wooden elephant, maybe designed to be the handle, who knows. Either way its a pretty piece.

I've relocated my music post to a new web space recently and i've been getting lots of nice things said about my songs. Makes me think that shooting for fame (or at least recognition) is'nt so bad an idea after all...

Innovations in tea...

Huzzah!

My mostest favourite of drinks has been given a make over. nothing to Adventurous mind.

Tetley have released 'tetley extra strong'. i've not looked into it proper yet, but i imagine we're talking trucker strength tea with just one teabag. with round teabags encasing it it'll brew quite satisfactory as well.

Cheers! Chin Chin!